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When I was Growing up I was always Told I had to work Hard to get Inside the Door and once I got Inside my job was to open it for Others. I am Opening the Door and Knocking it Off its Hinges. I'm an American Sappho c/s Who Else?

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Monday, April 4, 2011

What will this Door lead to Evon C. Morris?

What will this Door lead to Evon C. Morris?

One thing saved the life of my Father, saved

me too: poems, verse, these letters in the dark

that are cast along a wall that’s paved

with such intense and personal demarks

that are all but resignation reversed

and rephrased as stubbornness which my son,

his grandson says “works.” And so it is work

that redeems us of all of our sins.

What work exists in a poem that’s averse

to sticking it to the innocent poor,

and naming one’s terror superior

to the loss of naivety. What will this door

lead to if not self-ruination, shame,

and illness? It will lead to a proud name.

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

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The person who merely watches the flight of a bird gathers the impression that the bird has nothing to think of but the flapping of its wings. As a matter of fact this is a very small part of its mental labor. To even mention all the things the bird must constantly keep in mind in order to fly securely through the air would take a considerable part of the evening.

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The Contents of this Sonnetblog are Fictional; any and all Resemblances to Persons or Places are Purely Coincidental. C/S